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Russell Westbrook On A Farm lyrics

Ain't no doubt about it, shit is comingAnd I'm just praying that Lil Dicky love itAlways told myself that this the type of shit I wantedI was being honest, even made a promise

Not with anybody else, this was inner consciousTalking to my f*cking self, das' a little bonkersI know, I still got a lot of shit to conquerI hope that ain't even my concern though

You know I'll be working till I get what I deserveWhatever totems I get personally you know I'ma earn thoseThis ain't even 'bout some shit up on a checklistThis about the fact that I'm about to test this

I'm about to figure out what my best isI can't avoid it because now ya' boy investedAnd I ain't gotta a choice except to smile and accept itPretty reckless, pretty restless 'cause

I've lived my life expecting loveTo come the second my attempt was done, and yeah, I guessTo some extent I was correct because I'm getting buzzBut now I'm 'bout to be ubiquitous, look it up

Yeah, or that's at least what I'm assumingBut as alluded to reality is looming andNow ya' dude about to make a move and take the truthAnd hope to god that when he through

That what he thought about is provenBut honestly, I'm not afraid that it's delusionI'm hot enough to where I know it's not illusionBut obviously I been finding this confusing

This ain't even close to what I thought I would be doingDon't get me wrong, I was born to be bigBut I always figured it would be the comedy thingSo I started rapping just to see what drama it brings

What big dogs from sitcoms would holler at meAnd as the time past, I rhymed faster, lines craftedWas high class as I mastered my craft, andGoddamn, who'da thought it get like this

Back in twenty-ten music wouldn't make that listI'm talking top five-to-ten strengths, with no winksI would not lie, my pen dry, with no inkOr, that's at least what I thought 'til I clawed and scratched the pen 'til I saw a line draw

Then I coulda let bygones be bygonesBut I really wanted to rhyme till my line drawnLike where the f*ck is my peak at?

Not Brown but I make it pop, then I beat thatNot crowned yet, but I don't think I decreed thatNot loud, but you know I'm ready to tweet thatI just really hope I'm ready to be that

Now you seeing where D's at'Cause even though I'm softer than a tissueI ain't nothing to sneeze atI'm smarter, where f*ck ya' degrees at

And I ain't harder but I'm hotter homie, where da f*ck ya degrees atI'm 'bout to come in and desaturateThe chic rap today and evaporateThe feedback I hate, I elaborate

At a later dateBut I'm getting off the point with the player hateWhat the f*ck was I saying, oh yeah

I'm kind of a slaveTo my ambition, I ain't quittin' till my shit is appraisedAnd I admit it, I predict that where I finish is crazy

But that just means that it's further awaySo, Burd about to work until he turn in his graveIt's really burdensome when earning something's fun for the dayBut I'm concerned about da' burning out from upping the stakes

I'm always uppin' the stakesI'm taking dinner meetings in New York, always up for the steaksWe exploring the discussion of greatThey assuring me that when I'm more elite I'll be secure and amazed

But this isn't insecurity mang...Like this the opposite of that, confidence in factMy biggest problem is I can't honestly relaxBecause inside of me a damn odyssey enacts

And I made a promise that I can't be the bodyThat's stopping it, think I need a lobotomyLil Dicky the prophecy, little bit of anomaly, not a commodityNot a façade, or a lotta da Comedy prodigies

Commonly brought up wit DickyFeelin' weird, lemme think of an analogyJust imagine for a second what if Russell Westbrook never knew his own mentalityGrew up on a farm where the biggest commonalityWas people that conform to the ruralest localities

To Russell though it was nuffin' but normalityAnd he really nice up on the plow in actualityEverybody liked the kid and dug his personalityAnd so da mutuality was somewhat rationality

So then ya man made a plan of practicalityNot even a plan, it was more of a formalityGet a little land and attend to its vitalityThen raise a little fam 'til it all became finality

The strategy was just to stay in the courseAnd do ya chores, when ya' happy ya' ain't need to abortNever explored nothing less he rollin' round on his horseThen one day he was up on his horse

That's when he went past the porch, the path he normallyPasses forth was fast and short, was after moreWent faster north, amassed a lure to master moreAnd then discovered the court

He like ya Let me down TimHopped off, lookin' puzzled at the round rimSaw a ball up in the corner on the ground thenRussell started dribbling and giggling astounded

Then he shot a brick and then a brick and then he downed itAnd when he hit it Russell listened to the f*ckin' sound frictionUp in a swish make and he was confoundedBecause he knew that he had found him

But right now; it was still for the funJust a way to kill the time when the farming was doneThen the walking turned to running, and the hoppin' turned to jumpingAnd dunking, and Russell had to keep coming

Because the young'n was f*cking disgusting and loving itRunning it, all of a sudden the public started to come in abundance and f*ck wit him'Cause he was butter and hungry, hung jury'Cause stories of glory, not normally for people like him

Then the word got around up to ESPNAnd they flying Russell down to compete in the gymBunch a grown men lookin' to belittle the kidBecause to those men, ball was the reason to live

And the G.O.A.T.S. they been all in since they was kidsSo this goat owning maf*cka look like a dickAnd even know Russell knows that, he doesn't submitHe just chills with a grin

And then the game start, and this muthaf*cka take chargeMake it rain, hard D up on these bitches making children of menLookin' better than his predecessors ever could getTurned the animosity to respect

And then the Thunder called himSaid they heard a lot about the ballin'Told him that they wanna get involved andShowed him all the shit that you can get up in the league, it's so appalling

Oklahoma City in the autumn, hella prettyAwesome, errbody laud himErry-bitty lookin' like they really f*cking fallin'Condominium is so legitimate it's sprawling

And this muthaf*cka on the court straight ballin'Cash all up in that ass, lol'ing at the past likeWhere the f*ck would I be at up on the other path, right?If I never stumbled 'pon the game then think of that life